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you 'bout to make me slam yo' back clean out, but i luv her till death do us part, though she divorced my pop the hard way, back in nineteen "yassey" for the past sixteen years, i took on the responsibility of daddy. ma ol' burd. puttin a real buzz in my ear, makin sho' it marinate, and not go out the other ear, guess who? stood beside me when y'all wouldn't force fed when i, couldn't lift a spoon to my skull, god is good, god is kind mimmicin' her taught me how to say mine. grace improvised wit bakin' soda when it wasn't no toothpaste, now what that went with? my ol' burd cried tears of joy, when she heard i wasn't gon' serve time for possession, of the "sawed off" runnin' out of spurs, when i came home blowed and couldn't find the key hole, guess who, unlocked the doors, my ol' burd puttin' my hairs out, i better eat before you bug me to death, shut-up you old ungrateful ass nigga, she trying to help yo' ass. i wasn't ready to eat yet but i enjoyed the dinner she said, "i'm glad", slid down my esophagus wit ease, even though she have this skin disease, that won't allow me to gain weight do my own eyes deceive me, guess who tuck me in before i started drivin this benz, again & again, told me not to and when i did. guess who beat the dog shit outta me kid, my moma didn't play, shiiit, i had to pick the switches. you guess who!, my moma, destination unknown, went out on her own, she was barely even grown and became my moma, i never knew my dad, so even when the times got bad, i was glad cause i had my moma, for so long she had to be strong, i know at certain times she was wrong, but she still my moma, it still amazes me, the lord had to help her raise me judging from the way i used to be, my moma, the biggest player that i know i love her so, hell everything i got i owe to my moma, thank you for caring, thank you for sharing yo' luv, i guess that was yo' way of preparing, yo' son to be the one and not the two, to make you and my daddy's dream come true, but what a surprise a car wreck left you paralyzed, the sheet was pulled over yo' eyes when the doctor advised, the family that you might not ever talk again, but you talkin' so i know that you gon' walk again, but take yo time, guess who's the inspiration for the rhyme. my moma, who was tha first to hold you in some arms, tha first to change your diaper when your stomach wasn't calm, your moma, wit that drama brought you into this world, from a world of down under, i wonder now she know when i was lying, when i was telling the truth, with the proof she would explain how i've been skipping school, with that boys putting wholes on my back with the same belt, around my waist that held my panst up, takin' back only got you closer to southern bell, got your forehead swell, i swear she knew when it was real or when it was fake like clampetts, with dreads and if i couldn't handle a situation then i fled, behind closed doors i froze, in garnett holes i rose, who that hell got my bond, standing in front of that two-inch glass, a woman ready to hand the cash over for her son. my mama!, sometimes we get it on, i know at times i'm wrong, lookin' into my eyes just to let me know she tried is enough for me, i'm callin' a truce it seems we more like brother and sister, even though she pay the bills wit the mister, brought me home in '72 and gave me all she had, cause i was left at birth she knew it could work, since she gave me the first chance my song and dance, pearl, my world, what would i do without her spark, probably be on the street wit nothin' to eat but i got a happy home, ever since my first day it's heaven sent now i know, what it's meant when i say, i appreciate what you've done and what you do your only son. guess who?, the only one that cares for real and really understands how i feel, help me over come my fears and never left me through the years, so i dedicate this song for you, for all that you brought me through, i know there will never be another that will love me like my mother
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Artist: goodie mob